In March, the last wisp of winter was inherited, but it was also the time when the new sprouts were beginning to warm up, the cold still existed, and the wind blew on the body, not the biting bones of winter, but a slightly cool and comfortable feeling.

When the new year is getting warmer, this should be the most comfortable season. But this world is always very wonderful, at the same time, different people, always have different and similar experiences, enjoying the joy or sorrow, or fear or worry of being alone......

In ten days, Mo Wei's experience can be said to be very miserable.

During the day, he sat in the dark room, looking at the wedding photos that were originally broken and pieced together, which was comparable to life in his eyes, but it was also the deadliest pain in his heart!

At this moment, as if he had lost his soul, his eyes were condensed on the place where the photo was shattered, and the crack just separated him from Mei Zhi, like a man who was far away, and there was no possibility of seeing each other forever, which made him tear his heart and lungs, as if he was crying and laughing.

Sunrise and sunset, dark and early in the morning, tired, he sat on the bed with a photo frame, and slowly closed his heavy eyelids when he couldn't compare with sleepiness.

The small room is full of darkness, and you can't see your fingers, and the cold of the early spring has turned into a cold one, and at night it swirls around the house, and everything seems peaceful and quiet.

However, only an hour had passed, and the silence in the room was broken by the creaking of the wooden bed, and the sleeping man was still asleep, but he was not sleeping, but he was experiencing another torture in his dream.

In the dream, the scene was very weird, Mo Wei was dressed in a shirt full of patches that had been sewn repeatedly, carrying a cloth bag, stepping on a pair of retro sneakers, standing in the middle of the road in a T-shape, his body seemed to have gone back several years, back to his childhood, with small legs and arms, this appearance made him suspicious!

What surprised him the most was that directly ahead, a van pulled to the left, and several strong men wearing helmets stepped out of the car, and from the other party's mirrored gaze, they were obviously staring at him.

Mo Yu in the dream looked at the strong men and took a few steps forward slowly, and the fear in his heart made him stop his heels, turned around and ran backwards Mo Yan, and suddenly saw that the strong men also moved and ran towards him.

Mo Wei, who was at a loss, didn't dare to look back, and immediately drilled into the wheat field, naively thinking that he could rely on the tall ears of wheat to hide, but he didn't realize that just for a moment, those strong men were a few steps away from him.

Struggling for a moment, when he was a child, Mo Wei was captured alive, and was carried by one of the strong men into the van on his waist, all resistance was in vain, and the helpless Mo Wei's continuous struggle and crying became a powerless sigh that stayed here forever at the moment the car started!

The wooden bed creaked, and after a long time, it regained its calm, and the cold cold hit, Mo Yu woke up from his dream, he opened his eyes, and the fragmentary pictures in the dream appeared, and Mo Wei didn't know why he left two lines of tears......

Gradually silent......

Almost every night he dreamed of this scene, the fear and sudden sadness after waking up, and the line of tears, which were eternal in this dark and cold night.

Mo Wei even inexplicably felt a hatred in his heart, but because he couldn't find who this hatred really pointed to, it finally slowly subsided in silence.

"Is it really just a dream......

Mo Wei rummaged through the experiences from childhood to adulthood, and there was no such scene in all his memories, no matter how he remembered it, he didn't have the slightest impression, it seemed like a dream.

Why this dream reappeared again and again, he did not know, and he did not delve into it.

In fact, combined with the coincidence with Lu Jingyuan some time ago, and some inexplicable things that happened to him, Mo Wei already had the answer in his heart on the third day of this dream, but he didn't want to believe the fact that he had amnesia.

The repeated experiences and the heavy blows of reality have already made Mo Wei's heart full of holes, and even the idea of unintentional suicide has surfaced in his mind countless times.

He was tormented in depression, waiting, waiting for an answer, or an expectation, and he didn't know if that expectation would ever come...... Or is it not ...... at all? It's just despair!

Time passed slowly, and Mo Wei felt as if he was in purgatory, and every minute and second was full of suffering.

This situation lasted until the eleventh day, when Yu Mowei received a phone call from a strange woman until it ended.

"Hey!"

Mo Wei's voice was low and weak, and even the greeting was omitted.

"I'm Zhi'er's mother. If you still have a conscience, I hope you will come to see my daughter and accompany her on the last journey of her life....... I beg you......"

As soon as he heard the word "Zhi'er", Mo Wei immediately knew the owner of the call, and when he was ecstatic, the woman's next words were stunned, and the whole person fell into an ice cave, so that she forgot to answer, causing the woman's voice to become more and more urgent, desperate and pleading.

The numbness that lasted for more than ten days, Mo Yu's face was flustered for the first time, he was anxious, his eyes were red under his messy hair, his heart was in turmoil, and pain and questions poured out like a tide.

He wanted to ask the woman, how Mei Zhi was doing, what had happened, until his voice was hoarse, only to find that the woman had hung up the phone.

Mo Wei was stunned by tears, and when the phone lit up again, a text message came, which was the detailed address edited by the woman.